magic

We were in Sydney. One fine evening, Abang brought us to a nearby mall. On our way back, we drove past rows of shops. There was one particular shop that caught my eyes -- The Cheesecake Shop. I've always loved cakes. Deep inside, I'm dying to try the cakes from there.

Then Abang made a U-turn, and he stopped the car somewhere near the shop. He got off the car, and asked me to come along. I obediently followed him, and tried hard to match our pace. I'm a slow walker.

He then made a turn and entered a shop. It was that cake store. And he told me to choose a cake that I like.


Abang may not say things like compliments or expressing what's in his heart openly like Khun, but I'd rather have him as my abang one thousand times more, than I want Khun to be my brother.